So Burn the Untamed Land

Chapter One

"The greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return."

-Moulin Rouge

"Love is immortal."

-Buffy the Vampire Slayer

A/N Hey everyone so this is a reupload because I wanted to change a few things and also combine chapters one and two. Also for those new to the story this is a Trixie/Lucifer pairing. Obviously a grown up Trixie. I ship Deckerstar but I am also big on ships that not everyone thinks of. I hope you all enjoy.

She beamed.

That was the only way he could describe it. She was beaming. At him. Radiating the same

happiness that she did every time she saw him, no matter that she'd seen him on a near daily basis

for the past sixteen years. It was unsettling really. Her mother had never beamed at him, and the

bloody woman was his best friend.

But then, Lucifer had always suspected that something was wrong with Trixie Decker. He'd just figured at twenty-four that she would have outgrown it. But no, she was still the same insufferably beaming girl with a gross penchant for public displays of affection (involving him) that she'd been at eight. He shuddered. It was unnatural. That's what it was. She was unnatural.

Before he could do anything (like run), slender arms wrapped around him in a bone crushing hug and an excited "Lucifer!" rang in his ears. He huffed in amusement and not a little distaste.

Gently (so as to hide the desperation) he extracted himself from her and took a proper look at her. He frowned. He had to tell Maze to stop giving the child fashion advice. Since she'd started coming to Lux on a weekly basis, Trixie's wardrobe choices had become more and more bold. He'd managed to avoid her for the most part, only knowing she was in his club because it amused Maze to tell him so, knowing how uncomfortable he already was with her, but that didn't mean he hadn't seen her: laughing, dancing, flirting. Usually with a group of her friends. Seeing her had started doing strange things to his head. But today she'd caught him unawares, dressed in her boldest outfit yet: a long , slinky black dress that hugged her curves while strategically placed cutouts showed generous amounts of caramel skin. She wore no jewelry and minimal make-up, going for a more understated look. She had left her hair loose so that it tumbled down her back and over her shoulders. She looked wild and untamed, which, Lucifer thought, suited her very well indeed.

"You know your parents don't approve of you being here. So tell me, why are you risking my life yet again?"

"So you do know when I'm here!"

Lucifer could handle most anything, but a pair of big brown eyes full of hurt looking at him was on the short list.

"Perhaps, on occasion." he admitted, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?" he asked, somewhat tiredly.

"I wanted to show Maze my new dress," she teased, the hurt gone so fast he wondered if he had imagined it.

He couldn't help but smile. "She'll approve. There's not much dress. Just how she likes it." he quipped, very pointedly looking her up and down, but you haven't really answered my question. Why are you here Tiny Human?"

"This is the best place in town Lucifer. I love it here."

"Yes of course it is," he said dismissively. Although he knew both answers were true, they weren't satisfying his curiousity. She'd been coming here for over a month straight lately. Sometimes with lovely, young nubile friends that he would love to get to know better and sometimes with, he grimaced, dates.

"Beatrice..." he sighed.

Sensing an advantage, she pounced.

"Come on Lucifer don't throw me out."

"Fine." he sighed. " You can stay. You didn't bring another obnoxious date did you?"

The last one had been especially trying. He only knew this because he'd been hiding on the terrace above the lounge during one of his many acts of avoidance and had overheard the git trying in vain to seduce Trixie. The crass way in which he'd done so had made Lucifer's blood boil. No finesse. Just clumsy attempts to describe her anatomy that made Lucifer want to torture the idiot till the end of time. He then of course had retreated to the safety of his rooms, but not before asking Maze to send the Brittanys up to join him. He hadn't thought about Trixie Decker or her anatomy the rest of the night. Maybe he should see if they'd be up for a repeat performance...he shook his head to clear it and said flippantly: " I contemplated feeding the last one to Maze."

"Derrick's not that bad. I might go out with him again actually."

He shrugged.

"If illiterate frat boys are your thing I suppose." he replied, eager to get away. He was quickly losing interest in the conversation and wanted to retreat to the safety of his penthouse.

She laughed then, and he froze. This was not the coy, delicate laugh he often heard from females, calculated to seduce. This laugh was lilting and warm and rang with sincerity. The sound washed over him, briefly banishing the darkness within and it was that moment that a wild instinct to throw her out of his club seized him. It was as though he'd never heard her laugh before which was absurd. She laughed all the time.

All his senses were screaming danger and he opened his mouth to tell her in no uncertain terms to leave. Leave and never come back. He was sure Chloe and her douche husband would love it if their precious daughter never set foot in Lux again.

"Dance with me."

Her large, dark eyes widened in disbelief, even as she nodded yes. He almost missed her answer, frozen as he was with shock. He had no idea why he would have said such an asinine thing like that when he was about to toss Trixie Decker out on her irritating (though perfectly formed) rear end.

Never the less, he found himself taking the proffered hand leading her out onto the dance floor, trying to ignore the surprise and the pleasure she exuded and the way her hand fit in his. She still hadn't said a word and that was strange in of itself. The girl never stopped talking. And he well...his mind was still reeling from finding himself in this position so he was rendered mute. Decker women had an unseemly habit of doing that to him.

To his immense relief, the song that played was a swing number and throwing a challenging grin at his beautiful-better stop that thought-partner he led her through a complicated series of twists and twirls designed to show her she was out of his element.

To his dismay, she matched him step for step.

When the song finished, the crowd erupted into cheers. Ever the showman, he bowed theatrically and so did his partner. Her eyes glowed with affection and victory at having met his challenge and she stepped towards him, no doubt to give him another bloody hug and he couldn't do it. He gracefully ducked out of the hug and threw a panicked gaze towards the bar where Maze stood, watching with an unreadable look on her face. He fought the urge to groan. He was sure he'd hear an earful later, but for now he needed a moment. He jerked his head towards Maze and she came at once, receiving an overly enthusiastic hug of her own, which she gleefully returned. He shook his head, he'd never understood Maze's bizarre attitude towards his partner's daughter, but he was grateful for the distraction, as it provided him with the means to escape. He quickly merged in with the crowd and disappeared from view, heading up to his room for some much needed space.. He didn't look back. Maze would sort it out. She always did.

Standing outside on his balcony Lucifer looked towards the sky and raised his hand in a one fingered salute to his father before going back inside. He poured a well deserved shot and sat down at the piano. Just then, a loud thunder clap was heard.

"Fuck you too." He said absently. It was going to be a long night.

If it weren't for the people coming up to her and complimenting her on her performance, she would have thought it had all been some sort of bizarre dream. Especially when she'd turned after greeting Maze to find her partner had disappeared. She frowned and looked around for him, trying to be surrepticious.

"He's upstairs."

She started, guiltily and focused her attention back on Maze.

"I wasn't-"

"Save it." Maze said, and there was something in her voice that Trixie had never heard before. A sharpness that seemed equal parts protective and annoyed.

Trixie fought to keep the hurt from showing in her face. What had she done? She'd only recently started showing up at Lux on a regular basis because she hadn't seen as much of Lucifer as she'd like and she'd missed her friend. Even her mother had been somewhat baffled at Lucifer's absence. She also admitted privately that Lux gave her a sense of safety and security, of sanctuary that she didn't feel anywhere else. Just knowing that he and Maze were here, just seeing the familiar grand piano and the couches and chairs arranged in cozy circles throughout the club gave her a sense of homecoming she couldn't remember feeling. Her love for the place was one of her little secrets, and having justified reasons to go, and wanting to see her friends, Trixie had determined that if Lucifer couldn't come to her, she'd go to him. Putting her brilliant plan into motion, she had then began figuring out ways to go to Lux and not seem as though she were there solely for Lucifer, usually suggesting it when she was out on a date or with friends, all for the purpose of catching a glimpse of her elusive friend only to not see him until tonight. And that had been purely by chance.

He'd appeared in front of her as though she'd summoned him and had teased her like he always did and she'd felt the absurd urge to cry with relief. Here he was, being her Lucifer, and the sense of home was nearly overwhelming. And then he'd asked her to dance and it was new and wonderful and she'd caught challenge when he started dancing. He'd thought he was being clever, adding all the flourishes of a talented showman. He'd clearly forgotten just whose granddaughter he was dancing with. One didn't grow up with Penelope Decker without having a few moves of her own. She enjoyed the look of surprise on his face, and had enjoyed it more when it had morphed into a look of grudging approval. And then he'd disappeared after it was over, so smoothly that she wondered if Maze had purposely distracted her. The thought hurt more than she cared to admit.

"And I'd leave him be if I were you."

"Huh?" She couldn't keep the confusion from her tone.

Maze gave her a Look. "He wants to be alone. You can talk to him later." The bartender began herding her towards the exit.

"Are you seriously throwing me out Maze?" She couldn't keep the indignation from her voice.

"Bodily if I have to."

"I just got here! I haven't seen you guys in weeks. What is going on?"She protested, confusion clouding her mind and making her feel like she was suddenly Dorothy in some weird version of O.Z. . An OZ that she was being banished from by the sexy witch in the skintight black dress for committing some unknown crime. Fighting tears, she allowed Maze to guide her through the throng of people, doing her best to ignore the curious glances and drunken comments, and out the door. She had her dignity after all.

When they got to the exit Trixie went to leave but Maze caught her hand before she crossed the threshold.

"He comes first. Always. By the way, I like your dress." the bartender said and Trixie had known her long enough to know it was as close to an apology as she would get. She smiled, somewhat sadly at the woman and was about to say that she knew Maze's loyalty was to Lucifer first and foremost and that it was okay but Maze had already disappeared back in the club. Trixie sighed.

"People come and go so quickly here."

Getting out her phone, she called for an Uber to take her home. She sighed again. It was going to be a long night.